Lucky Man Ch. 02

I just have a quick note for all of my readers, old and new. Thank you for your patience. I've got a few more chapters written for this particular story and even more on the way. Contact me through my profile.

As for the story itself, again, this isn't a revenge against a cheating wife story. It's also not a story where the man gets humiliated by his wife. It's a story about a husband and wife, and what they experience together. If that's not your cuppa, then don't read it.

The sex scenes are deliberately short in the beginning of this story. I'm doing this for a reason, which will become clear. If you need that spoiled for you, contact me, though it's for a really obvious reason. By chapter 4, you'll understand why.

When you see a page break, denoted by *****, the perspective shifts from one of the main characters to the other. This should have been obvious, but in case it wasn't...

For those just joining us, please read Chapter 1 first.

Special thanks to my new editor, Shygirlwhore.

Thanks!

Mentalcase

*****

Lucky Man

Chapter 2

Duncan yawned as he eased his way out of bed. He smiled as he stared down at his wife's sleeping form. She was snoring quietly but her nude body was so alluring beneath the thin sheet that she'd pulled over herself, he found it sweet and endearing. He loved the way the sheet conformed to her body. Her hair was lying in a mess around her head, but he adored the way it made her look. One of her breasts was uncovered, the other hiding seductively beneath the sheet. Reaching down, he gently slid the sheet slowly off.

He felt himself getting aroused as he watched her sleeping, admiring the gentle rise and fall of her breasts, her skin pale in the dim light of the room. The cool air began to raise little goosebumps on her skin, and he saw her nipples harden more than they normally were. Her breasts weren't huge, but they were quite large for her size. They were topped by the cutest little pink nipples which were pierced by two nipple rings. She shifted and rolled onto her side, so he pulled the sheet back up over her and quietly went to the living room.

He clicked on the TV as he sat down on the couch, scratching contentedly and fondly thinking about how much sex they'd been having lately. His wife's sudden interest in giving him head was a pleasant and unexpected surprise.

They hadn't had this much sex since they were newlyweds, if then. She was so insatiable lately. He certainly didn't mind her wanting to improve her oral technique. She'd honestly never been very good. He'd quit asking early into their marriage. Going down on her was something he'd always thoroughly enjoyed, however, and he tried to do it whenever possible. She always tried to make sure she was as clean as possible for him, but he didn't mind either way. Seeing his wife in pleasure was his ultimate high. He didn't even necessarily need to have an orgasm to truly and thoroughly enjoy their love-making. Of course if any of his buddies knew that, they'd think he was weird, or crazy.

His thoughts drifted to their friends and the bombshell they had dropped. He couldn't wrap his mind around Marie allowing her husband to have sex with whoever he wanted, and was even less convinced that Ed would allow her to do the same. They'd even mentioned swinging and group sex. He'd definitely been surprised by that conversation.

Every husband had thought about having sex with other women, no matter what they proclaimed to their wives. Whether or not he acted on those urges was what made him a faithful husband. He was completely happy with his marriage, and would never cheat on his wife. That didn't mean he wasn't sexually attracted to other women. His new secretary was incredibly sexy, and not just because she looked so much like his wife. He found Marie sexy as well, but he'd never seriously considered having sex with her. The thought of Marie kneeling between his legs caused him to swell a little bit in his shorts. He shook the thoughts from his head.

How could Ed get off on Marie having sex with some other guy? He unintentionally pictured his wife kneeling between Ed's legs, and he immediately shook those thoughts away as well. He'd gotten used to guys and girls noticing his wife, but that was normally as far as those thoughts went in his head. She was beautiful and had gorgeous skin, and she was short and thin. Her body was incredible. She had a great ass and arguably perfect breasts. She was incredibly sexy. People noticing her was nothing new to him. He knew she'd never cheat on him. The very thought of that occurring was almost comically unlikely to happen. Yet the thought of people seeing her as something attainable, was strangely fun to think about.

He shook the thoughts away and turned back to the TV. An hour or so later, he headed back to their bedroom and peered in. She looked so damn alluring in bed, he couldn't help but quietly slide in next to her, basking in the warmth that always seemed to radiate from her body.

*****

Later that afternoon, she awoke to her husband staring at her. She smiled and pulled his face to hers to kiss him.

"Sleep well?" he asked her, returning her kiss and gently pulling her closer. She whimpered in happiness, enjoying the feeling of his larger body against her smaller form. It felt safe, she decided.

Finally pulling away, she nodded and yawned in response.

"I don't think we've had this much sex since we were newlyweds," he whispered.

She smiled again.

"That's what I was thinking about while you were napping." He began to run his hand through her soft red hair. "Talking about sex with Marie and Ed that's doing this to us, isn't it?"

She shrugged and turned over in bed. "Probably."

"Well, I've been thinking," he said, drawing her face up to his. "I think I might like it if you wore skimpy clothes and showed off your sexy figure."

"I don't know; you know how shy I am."

He nodded. "It's something we could work up to. I doubt we'll ever be at Ed and Marie's level of experimenting, and quite frankly, I don't know if I want to be at their level. Showing a little more skin might not hurt if it gets us this horny."

She grinned up at him. "You've got a point there. I'm definitely still horny," she admitted, blushing after she finished. "I can't believe I said that," she said. still blushing.

He chuckled and kissed her forehead. "Let's go watch a movie or something," he said.

"Mm, okay," she replied, and slid out of bed. "Do we have to get dressed?" she asked playfully.

"Hell no," he said and headed to the living room in the nude. She giggled and followed, clad only in panties and a loose shirt.

After a movie and then dinner, she switched back to the subject they'd been talking about earlier.

"So what did you want to try?" she asked, her heart beating faster. She was almost scared of what he was going to say. She knew he wouldn't ask her to do anything she was totally against, but part of her was intrigued just the same. He obviously liked the way she looked, and she'd always gotten compliments. What was the harm in showing off a little more skin?

He was quiet for a few minutes, seemingly lost in thought.

"Well," he began finally, "I think first off, we need to agree on something."

She turned and looked at him, quietly puzzled.

"I think we both need to agree that we're both sexually and emotionally fulfilled, and if we changed nothing, that we'd both be just as happy. Do you agree?"

She was quiet for a moment, thinking. She nodded. "My love, I don't think I could be more satisfied, and if I was, I don't think I could physically handle it. You are the only man I've ever been with, and I hope you are the last man I ever make love to."

He smiled and kissed her. "Ditto," he said, flashing her a goofy grin.

She giggled and rolled her eyes.

"Seriously though," he said, taking her hand in his. "You keep me happy. I'm completely satisfied."

"Good," she said. "We agree, we're both satisfied."

He nodded. "Second thing," he said. "We both have to agree about what we're doing at the time. Complete honesty about it. If you do something that bothers me, we have to discuss it, and vice-versa."

"I figured that went without saying," she said, moving over and leaning up against his naked torso.

"I'm just covering all the bases," he explained.

She nuzzled up against him and inhaled deeply. "Is that all your rules?"

He nodded after a few seconds. "For the moment, but to clarify, they're our rules."

She turned and kissed him, then. "So what did you have in mind to spice up our love life that doesn't need spicing up."

He shrugged. "I've been thinking that maybe we could go to dinner tomorrow and you let me pick something out for you."

She smiled. "That sounds nice," she said, flipping the channel. "Is it going to be something skimpy?"

"I'll have to go look in your closet at some point, or maybe go buy you something new."

"That might be fun," she told him. "Just don't pick something ugly."

"No promises," he said, smiling.

"You could just have your secretary go get something for you, you know, if we're the same size like you said."

He shook his head. "Now that's a valuable use of company time."

She giggled and turned to kiss him. He took the back of her head in his hand, and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply and causing her to whimper in pleasure.

"I love you," he said as he pulled back.

"I love you too," she replied and settled in to watch T.V. and snuggle. He held her to his chest for a while, and then they both headed off to bed.

She awoke the next morning to a familiar sensation. She lifted the sheet up and saw his head between her legs and moaned in pleasure.

"No fair, that's how I wanted to wake you up," she murmured as she felt his tongue slide between her folds.

She felt him spread her pussy apart ever-so-gently, and then his tongue pushed against her clitoris causing a pleasurable spark to shoot through her. She orgasmed quickly that morning, and again when her man climbed on top of her and pushed his thick manhood into her.

"I'm a lucky girl today," she giggled in the shower afterward.

"I like making my woman feel good," he replied with a shrug.

"You definitely do that, baby. It's my turn tomorrow morning, though."

"I think I can handle that," he said, hopping in the shower as she reached for a towel.

They ate breakfast and she stole a final kiss and then naughtily squeezed the bulge in his crotch before they both left for work.

It was a busy morning for Kelly, but Marie waited all of ten minutes before coming over and bugging Kelly about the weekend.

"Girl, you weren't kidding," she whispered. "That thing is a monster!"

Kelly blushed. "Can't you wait until lunch to embarrass me?"

Just then, Marie's phone buzzed. She quickly went to answer it and flashed Kelly a grin. Rolling her eyes, she tried not to notice Marie disappear into Mr. Deekins' office.

"Do they really think they're fooling anyone?" a familiar voice behind her asked.

"Mr. Sellers!" she said, startled. "I didn't see you there."

He tossed a folder of paperwork on her desk. "They aren't hiding their affair very well."

She nodded. "I know. It's none of my business, though," she said.

"Mine either," he replied and disappeared back into his office with a shrug.

*****

Mark came by his office right before lunch, briefly flirting with Kara before poking his head in.

"Hey, man. Lunch on me today."

Duncan nodded and began to save what he was working on. Stepping out of his office, he stopped at Kara's desk for a second.

"I've got a huge favor to ask you," he said.

She smiled sweetly as she glanced up at him.

Five minutes later, he met Mark down at his truck.

"I'll drive," Mark said.

"Cool," Duncan said, and hopped in the passenger seat. Mark pulled out of the parking garage and headed over to a new restaurant.

"You're gonna love this place," he said.

Duncan raised an eyebrow. "Great," he said, unconvincingly.

"So how's the wife?"

Duncan couldn't help but grin when he suddenly thought of Kelly. It wasn't an uncommon reaction for him when someone asked about her. Mark glanced over and saw him grinning like an idiot and shook his head.

"So I guess you had a good weekend. Did you get some?" he asked as he glanced over. Duncan couldn't help but smile wider.

"Nice," Mark said smiling with him. He proceeded to try and get details out of Duncan for a few minutes before pulling into the parking lot.

Duncan glanced up at the sign. "What kind of food do they have here?"

Mark shrugged. "We didn't come for the food necessarily," he said, with a wry smile.

Duncan groaned and followed him inside.

"Good afternoon, Gentlemen, and welcome to Double D's," a pretty young black girl said. She was very well endowed and was wearing a low-cut pink top and a pink and black striped schoolgirl skirt.

"Good god," Mark said, unable to look away.

"Two for lunch," Duncan said, trying desperately to look at her eyes.

She smiled and nodded. "Do you have a preference or is this your first time here?" she asked, pointing at a board to their left. On it were pictures of girls, all wearing basically the same outfit that the hostess was wearing.

"First time," Duncan said. Mark was apparently still drooling over the hostess's breasts.

"Well then, let me just say that the Double D is a "breastaurant" that has accepted the reason that men come here and we embrace it." She pointed both of her hands to her own breasts and looked back up smiling. "The Double D tries to set itself apart from other restaurants of this type. This is our server board," she said, pointing at the sign again. "On it are all the waitresses that we have working right now. If you see one you like, you can pick her if her section has an open spot. It doesn't always work out that way, so we allow you to pick again if she's got too many tables. If you want, you can also sit at the bar, and will receive the same quality service by very attractive young ladies."

"Is there a topless section?" Mark asked.

The hostess smiled. "Yes, but in the evenings only. Don't worry though, we can get away with some very revealing clothing. Do you have a preference?" she asked again.

Duncan felt very awkward, so he decided to let Mark choose.

"What do you think, man?" he asked.

"I don't care," Duncan said, trying not to get embarrassed.

Mark looked for a few more seconds and then shook his head. "As long as she's got knockers like yours, I don't care. Pick us a good 'un," he said.

The hostess smiled and nodded, marking something down on her podium and then grabbing some menus. "Right this way gentlemen." She led them around the corner, through a hallway and into a sectioned off room.

"Here you are," she said. "Now, all of our rooms are closed off for your privacy, just in case you don't want anyone knowing your here, or get embarrassed easily. You're waitress will be with you shortly."

Mark smiled. "Man, I'd heard this place was wild, but damn, it's one step away from a titty bar."

Duncan shook his head. "We couldn't just go to a normal restaurant?"

Mark shook his head. "Come on man, you might be married but you've still got blood in your veins. You're still a man. I know you like to look at titties. They don't always have to be your wife's."

Duncan shrugged. "I know man, but I'm happy. You know this kind of thing makes me uncomfortable."

A pretty brunette walked in then, and moved directly to their table, one of two that had people at it in her section. She was dressed similarly to the hostess, except Kimber's outfit was royal blue.

She smiled sweetly and walked over. "Good afternoon Gentlemen. I'm Kimber, and yes that's my real name, and I'm told that this is your first time at Double D's."

Mark smiled and nodded, but didn't take his eyes off her breasts.

Duncan shook his head. "I'm sorry about him," he said.

"Honey, don't be sorry. That's why I'm wearing this tiny thing. Go ahead and look." She stuck her chest out a little more and pulled at the edges, revealing more cleavage.

Duncan couldn't help but glance down, causing her to smile.

"So what can I get you gentlemen to drink?"

Mark smiled and glanced up at her. "You've got some gorgeous breasts, Kimber. Can I have a Jack and Coke, and the nice guy over here will have..."

Duncan sighed. "Jack and Coke is fine."

Mark thankfully left him alone for a few minutes so he could look over the menu and decide what he wanted to order.

Kimber came back then and brought them their drinks and took their food order before disappearing back into the kitchen.

"So tell me man," Mark said, "Why don't you want to come to places like this?"

Duncan shrugged. "Honestly man, yeah, I like to look at boobs," he said.

Mark smiled. "Well good. I don't think they have any restaurants like this for guys that play on the other team."

"It's just that I've got a sexy wife at home," he continued, ignoring the comment.

"Hell yeah you do. Man, she should come work here," Mark ribbed him.

Duncan shook his head and smirked. "Not likely."

Kimber came back with their meals and stopped for a second to chat and see if they needed anything else. Duncan found himself glancing down at her impressive cleavage more.

She smiled and looked directly at him. "You don't have to try and hide it, you can look at my tits."

He shook his head politely. "I'm okay."

She laughed lightly and shrugged.

"Answer something for me, Kimber," Mark said.

"Okay," she said pulling a chair out and sitting down. The action had the effect of propping her boobs up on the table when she scooted in. Duncan suspected that she'd done that on purpose, and the thought was confirmed when he saw her grinning naughtily.

"So obviously guys stare at you all the time," Mark started

"All the time," she confirmed.

"You know they're looking at your tits, do you honestly mind?"

She shrugged. "It all depends, honestly. I mean, you can't touch us, for one, so if someone tries to do that, we call the manager and they get asked to leave. But all in all, most people don't misbehave here. That goes a long way for me. I've worked at a few other "breastaurants" in other towns. Most of the time a woman is going to know when you're looking at her rack. She's either going to care, or not care. Chances are that if she's working at a place that caters to that, she won't care."

"There you go," Mark said, cutting into his steak. "See, now look at her tits, guilt free."

"It's not about that," Duncan said. "Look, you're a beautiful woman and yes, you've got a great set of breasts, but I've got a knock-out at home that, no offense, I'd rather look at when I get home."

"Aww," Kimber said. "So sweet."

Mark shook his head. "He's not lying. She's a fuckin' knockout."

Duncan grinned and blushed slightly.

"Apparently he got some this weekend," he said.

Duncan's smile widened. "C'mon Mark," he muttered, breaking the awkwardness with a sip of his drink.

"I'd say so, by the way he's grinning." Kimber said. "How many times?" she asked.

Duncan coughed and nearly spit his drink out.

Mark laughed loudly. "Come on man, tell her," he said finally.

Duncan was blushing profusely now. "I didn't count," he said.

Mark, genuinely surprised, turned and raised an eyebrow. "Wow," he said.

Kimber smiled and stood to leave. "I better go check on my other tables."

Though he was enjoying her company, he was glad to see her leave.

"Man, can't we ever just have lunch without you trying to embarrass me?" Duncan asked.

"So y'all really had a lot of sex this weekend? Is that normal?" Mark asked, ignoring Duncan's question.

Duncan ignored him, but soon realized that he probably wouldn't let it go, not if sex was involved. "Come on man, I don't want to talk about my wife like that."